Lazaro’s POV
I sat at the desk in my study, my eyes pinned on the picture I held in my hands. It was a picture of Seraphina and I, one we’d been obliged to take after our wedding months back. As my eyes burned into the picture, my chest constricted painfully.
It’s been two long weeks since she disappeared, leaving behind her ring and that stupid note. And after searching everywhere for her, without a trace of her identity, I crawled into a cave of dark despair, staring at her picture all day long.
That was all I could do at the moment. Wait. And stare longingly at her picture. Until I found her someday.
The search around the neighborhood had spread to other households, ending in violent house raids and chaos.
I let out a deep sigh, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration, and just then, a knock sounded on the door. Jaxon walked in seconds later, his shoulders moving stiffly as he approached my desk.
“What’s the update?” I demanded, glancing up at him.
He shook his head, h
